Maggie Getting Fresh

Back in the day, about 2.5 months ago, we used to buy 'healthy' bread. We were committed for Oroweat loaves, better known as Brownberry to you Easterners, because it is the most healthful and least junky. My kids and husband liked it, fact is, even my doggy liked it. But one day, I was reading the back of the plastic (ugh) bag and saw they were putting high fructose corn syrup into the 100% Whole Wheat bread that we were buying! I was aghast, I felt betrayed and I knew I could do better and for much less than $4.99 a loaf.

Ever since that day we've been making our own bread at home. It's not been easy, especially in our family where we buy very little prepared foods or 'snack' foods. When the kids come home from school, it was easy for them to grab some bread, toast it and spread something on it to hold them off until dinner. Now, it's a little more complicated, takes lots of planning and take about 4-hours to make a single loaf. But it's worth it because I put in only organic ingredients that I buy in bulk, no fillers, no preservatives and certainly no high fructose corn syprup. Of course, now Oroweat no longer uses high fructose corn syrup and is still readily available for purchase at any supermarket.



Anyway, the bread is really enjoyed by the kids. We have trouble slicing it with our bread knife and it's a bit of a process to get even pieces to everyone in the morning for their toast. Take this morning, I cut off a piece for little BeanaMaria, put it in the toaster and then left the rest of the loaf on the counter because I thought Tovey might want some in a little bit. I brought Annike's to her and then took care of a few things in another part of the house. When I came back to the kitchen I saw my Maggie wrestling with something outside, a big puddle of drool forming underneath her face, and Tova trying to get out the doggy door while shouting speci-al epithets at the top of her baby lungs.

It turns out that Maggie, who is shaped a bit like a strech limo, likes the bread quite a bit. She has no qualms about helping herself.

Here she is working on the last 1/4 of the loaf, having already devoured a 1/4.

I always thought dogs were carnivores.

She's got a tongue like a frog.

Sensing me watching her, she rushed to grab the rest of the bread and flee.

No remorse.

Maybe just a little guilt.